This is a song about "Death of innoc"

In a cycle of death i'm killing gyros

That's why rappers is actors trying to dabble in clothes

But booya booya boy 100 bars of death assassinate destroy

Keep your mouth close, you fucking with a dope boy

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

I see colors of red, mothers n' brothers are plunging to death

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

Disappear broke every law of physic and spawned death.

That's why i'm makin' money

Of his death, such similarity

Give a mic the kiss of death

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

I'll hang you on a hook near the brink of death

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress